At his invitation, she perked up. The warmth of the sun, along with the offer of food, was alluring to say quite the least. Cvetka limped forward towards the outcrops, her long-furred brush happily waving by her feet.

Inadvertently, clambering onto a rock with a broken front leg proved easier said than done. Her claws grasped the stone with as much strength as she could muster—yet it wasn't enough. Cvetka tumbled down onto the ground and yelped. Pathetic, unsurprisingly.

Still, somehow, she was entirely undeterred. As though she hadn't just tumbled away moments earlier, Cvetka regained her balance and tried again. Her short limb carefully hopped up and placed itself onto the surface of the rock. This time, she gathered enough strength to hoist herself up.

Her injured forepaw still nestled at her chest, Cvetka curled up close to the sire. Her nostrils flared and out soft huffs, quite tired from simply hoisting herself onto the rock.

She'd have been quite ashamed if it weren't for the elation of Cyrus's invitation. The girl was far more distracted by that.

'What's your name? I'm Cyrus of Elysium.' Cyrus... Cvetka's head tilted in curiosity. 'Have you met the others of my pack?'

The name Elysium had grown mildly familiar, by this point. She understood that they were the pack who's been housing her, tending to her wounds and feeding her scraps. For that, she was deeply grateful.

...Cvetka... she answered quietly, I've... met a few. Amaris. She'd met Amaris. She never wanted to leave Amaris's side—yet, alas, he had more important things to do than tend to the wants of a needy parasite like Cvetka was.